Frank Seymour - Sensual Family Nights

Darryl sighed, eyes closing with pleasure as his hand cupped her tit and played with the nipple. After a minute he opened them again.

"Haven't you ever seen Jimmy's?" he asked, speaking of her twin. "I thought you used to share a room together."

"When we were real little, before Les and Liz were born. Ever since I can remember, I've slept with Liz."

He persisted. "But haven't you seen him?"

"Sure!" she said innocently. "Every day-at meals, and in school, and?

"You know what I mean!"

"You have a dirty mind."

"Which you like, otherwise you wouldn't be playing with my balls. Come on, Janet-have you seen Jimmy's cock? Have you played with it?"

"Oh, I've seen it once or twice," she gave in.

"Is it as big as mine?"

"I never measured him," she teased. "Maybe bigger."

"I don't believe you! And even if it is as big as mine, I bet he can't use it the way I can!"

"Do you want me to arrange a contest between you?"

"No, thank you! I don't believe in screwing before an audience."

"It's all n the family," said Janet.

"Your family, not mine. I suppose you'd invite Les and Liz, too?"

"Why not?" She giggled and touched his cock again. It was beginning to erect again, to stand out, rising toward its former eminence. She was amazed.

"Don't you ever get tired?"

"I take vitamins." Suddenly the boy was shy. "Do you want to do it… again?"

"No, thank you!-gosh, it must be getting late! I've got to get supper started."

She jumped to her feet, leaving Darryl stranded on the grass, his cock pointing straight up into the air-pointing toward her crotch as he shifted position to bring up his knees. But Janet ignored him, finding her bikini parts and tugging at the blanket until he rolled clear. At last he stood, reluctantly, and bent to pick up his shorts and his shoes. But be made no effort to put them on.

Nor did Janet try to dress herself. They stood a pace apart, naked, holding their burdens and conscious of each other. At last she turned away, and went toward the house, leaving Darryl with nothing to do but retreat toward the hedge. He didn't start away until she was on the porch, watching her retreating ass until the back door slammed as a final curtain to her nakedness.

The boy's cock bobbed forlornly as he moved toward the hedge and away from the scene of his conquest, the head still glistening with the last droplet of his cum that she had spread with her thumb. The hairs around his balls were wet with the mixed cum of their young bodies. As Darryl squeezed through the hedge, cock banging painfully against protruding branches, he whistled a tune of triumph.

Janet paused before entering the kitchen to drop her bikini into the basket of dirty laundry, and shook out the blanket. Her nose wrinkled as she smelled the scent of fucking. She stuffed it into the washing machine, adding soap, and starting the cycle. No point in letting Papa stumble across the proof of her adventures.

She felt deliciously wicked in her nakedness as she continued on into the big room beyond, even though she knew that what they had done on the lawn was not right, no matter how good it might feel. It was a sin-but if that meant she had to roast in Hell, then God didn't play fair! Despite the guilt, there was a pleasant ache in her gut, and a tingly sensation in her cunt and womb. How could something bad feel so great?

She'd worry about that later-right now she was hungry. She pushed into the kitchen and stopped, shocked, to see her sister at the work table, sipping a glass of milk.

"Hi," said Liz. "I saw what you and Darryl were doing."

Janet froze for an instant, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. Then she remembered her nakedness, and looked down in reflex to see that her belly and legs were grass-stained, and wet with the juices of fucking. Her mind worked furiously, trying to come up with words to say. She decided to brazen it out.

"Saw what?" she said, tossing her hair as she went to the cupboard for a tumbler. She came back to the work table and poured milk for herself.

"I saw you," said Liz.

"And what do you think we were doing?"

"Screwing. If Papa caught you, he'd kick your ass black and blue. Darryl's too."

"Don't use bad language," Janet said, automatically, forgetting the words she had called out in the throes of her passion. "How long were you watching, snoop?"

"From the beginning. I was comin' out to tell you I was home when Darryl started wiggling through the hedge." She giggled. "He looked silly, stalking you like a cat after a bird. Except you didn't try to fly away."

"Okay, you saw us. So what?"

"Is that all you're gonna say?"

"What do you want? Do you expect me to fall on my knees and beg you not to tell Papa? So we fooled around-big deal. You play with yourself-I see you almost every morning, when you wake up early and think I'm still sleeping. I've seen you playing around with Lea, too, but did I ever say anything about it?"

Liz cocked her head. "What you did wasn't fooling around-it was for real. He stuck his thing right into you! Didn't it hurt?"

"So that's it-you're jealous!" She laughed. "You want to do it, too. Want me to call Darryl over? I'm sure he'll let you feel his thing and play with it."

"I wouldn't dare!" said the younger girl, Even though she was only a year younger than Janet, her body had not begun its major changes; her tits were still the barest swellings that did not raise the fabric of her sleeveless blouse. It was obvious that they were sisters, but Liz was more sylph-like, and boyish, her short hair curly like her twin's, Leslie. The older pair of twins both had straight hair.

Janet relaxed and sat down by her sister, aware now that the youngster wasn't going to carry tales to anyone. She realized that Liz was watching her in awe and was unable to resist preening.

"Didn't it hurt?" Liz asked, insisting.

"Oh, a little bit," said Janet, playing down the actual pain. The stab when he entered, tearing her maidenhead, had been one of the worst hurts she could ever remember. But it was quickly over and gone, and there was nothing in her memory but the wonderful feeling of his cock as it first filled her cunt.

"It only hurts for a minute," she said. "You'll find out when your time comes."

"Gee, I hope I don't cry like you did-I thought he was hurting you bad. I was getting ready to call Papa, tell him to come home and stop him."

"I'm glad you didn't," Janet said, dryly. Liz was right-Papa would have kicked her black and blue. She rubbed her ass cheek as though the pain was really there.

"Gee, who ever figured old Darryl would have such a big thing?" said Liz. "It looked a lot bigger than Jimmy's when he gets stiff."

"When did you see Jimmy stiff?"

"Oh, I didn't, really-I just caught a peek at him in the bathroom. It wasn't that big, I'm sure. I bet even Papa isn't that big!"

"I wouldn't bet on that. Darryl's still only a kid, even if he is bigger than Jimmy."

"Gee, I wonder how big Papa's is?"

"Don't ask him," said Janet. "Or you will see some ass kicking!"

The girls were silent for a moment, sipping at their glasses, but Janet was aware that Liz could not tear her eyes away. She kept moving her gaze over the older girl's body, taking in the tits but dropping always to the groin, to the visible evidence of fucking.

"What's it like?" she asked.

"What's what like?"

"You know. Screwing. What does it feel like when he puts it inside you?"

"It feels great!"

"Is it better than rubbing yourself, or having Jimmy rub you?"

"Oh yes!" Then she realized the meaning of the second part of the question. "Who said I let Jimmy rub me?"

"You're not the only one who can see things," said Liz, tossing her hair. "I bet you and Jimmy have fooled around a lot more than Lea and me."